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Girl and a Boat
   By Romany
   (M/g, consc, oral, anal)
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This is a fictional story involving the sexual situations between an adult
man and a preteen girl.  If this subject offends you, close this page NOW!
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   Any similarities to any person living or dead are purely coincidental.
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   Gary saw Delia standing with her father looking ruefully at her small
wooden sailboat.  Once again she had failed to finish the junior course due
to gear failure.
   `When will he realize she's just too big' Gary thought ruefully as he
skirted around Delia and her father.  `Either that or get her fiberglass
boat.'
   Gary had had a number of conversations with Richard Hawthorne and each
time he was left frustrated at the man's seemingly pompous manner in
ignoring Gary's experience and advice; preferring to go with his own
assessment of a topic he barely understood.  He was an academic; a
professor in environmental studies.  He had loftily put down Gary's
suggestion Delia was not suited for the class of boat she was in by
basically implying the young sailing coach was ignorant for not
appreciating that he, Richard Hawthorne, understood everything; even things
he was learning about for the first time.  As well as saying Delia was too
big, Gary had also said Delia's old wooden boat was tired and the wood
soft, which is why fittings pulled off under the strain that Delia was
creating.  She was a big girl; clearly a full head above all of her peers.
It was quite strange as she was still only twelve years old; yet very tall.
And despite being slim with her height, she was physically too big for the
class of learn-to-sail boat she was in.  Gary felt for the kid as she
really wasn't in to sailing as a sport anyway.  She was pushed here by her
father; a middle age Englishman who believed Britannia quite rightly should
rule the waves.  Gary had tried to coach the girl as best he could but if
the will to learn and progress in the sport was not there, he was wasting
her time as well as his.  But her father could not see the girl was
half-hearted at best at the sport; and the regular gear failures on her
boat caused the girl to be less inclined to try.  Instead he pushed her out
each weekend in an inferior boat that she was too small for.
   "Gary," came the loud voice.  "Gary can we borrow you a moment."
   It was Richard Hawthorne.  No mistaking the voice.  Gary had barely made
it to the locker room when he was summoned.  Warily he turned around and
trudged towards Delia and Richard.  Bell dropped her head in embarrassment;
tired of the scrutiny her father brought upon her when he got snippy with
her lack of achievement.  One or two of her junior peers were watching and
she felt they were sniggering because yet again, her father would regale
the coach as to why she was always not finishing the races as if it was the
coach's fault.  The other kids all knew Delia didn't like the sport and
some of the older ones felt genuinely sorry for their friend.
   "Gary I know we've discussed this before, but Delia doesn't seem to have
the tools to cope with the boat," Richard began in accusatory way. 
"Consequently she over compensates with effort and then of course this
causes the boat to fail."
   "Not so Richard," Gary hit back quickly.  "I have told you repeatedly;
Delia is too big for this class of boat and this particular boat is old and
tired.  If you can't see that then I'm wasting my time...all of our time,"
Gary retorted.
   "Rubbish," Richard snapped.  "She fits it fine.  It's the standard of
tuition that is the problem," he sneered, walking up to Gary.  "If she was
properly trained, then there wouldn't be the incidents that see her to
repeatedly fail to finish the course."
   "Then here is what you do Richard," Gary began, feeling weary already
with the discussion.  "You find a coach you think is capable of giving
Delia what you think she needs and I will gladly step aside and applaud any
progress she can make with someone else."
   Delia's head hung lower and she looked stricken by the obvious
developing argument between her father and her coach.
   "I don't think I like your tone," Richard snarled.  "I have a jolly good
mind to take this up with the commodore," he added menacingly.
   "You do that Richard.  But I bet Commodore Peters will say I am a club
member like you, but as a coach, I am a volunteer.  My time, my interest,
unpaid...with no reward apart from the satisfaction of seeing our club
thrive with juniors.  And as such, my time and effort is appreciated by
most and I would be best working with kids that wanted to learn, were
better suited to their boats, and had decent equipment," Gary barked back;
now angry that Hawthorne was trying to blame him.
   "I don't need this agro and I am sure the remainder of the parents would
support me with their kids.  You are welcome to make your own
accommodations for Delia; nothing against her by the way," he added looking
at the unhappy Delia.  "You teach her; after all you know everything," Gary
sneered sarcastically, and turned and stalked off to the locker room.
   As he showered Gary felt sickened with his own behavior.  He saw the
hurt and pain on Delia's face and he felt guilty about letting her pompous
opinionated father finally get to him.  She was a good kid; quietly spoken,
and respectful.  So his reference to her not wanting to learn was a direct
slight on her, which he now regretted.  She didn't have much going for her
given she was a bit gangly and some months short of puberty such that her
figure was still boyish with no perceptible womanly shape to offset her
height.  Her hair was a sort of Afro shape; bushy and curly.  It wasn't the
sort of hair you could do much with.  But she had a pretty face and soft
hazel eyes that seemed almost doe-like.  He liked her, despite her being a
bit bookish.  She excelled at school apparently.
   As he was dressing, Bob Thwaites came up to him with a grin.
   "I see Richard finally pushed your button," he grinned.
   "Oh Christ don't remind me," Gary said ruefully pulling his shoes on. 
"That man is full of himself."
   "Well I wouldn't worry about it Gary," Bob said lowering his voice. 
"Tim Peters is busy chewing him out as we speak."
   "Seriously?" Gary asked a little surprised that Time Peters, the club
commodore, was already engaged with Richard.
   "Yeah he was watching from the rescue boat shed," Bob said with a
chuckle.  "He was pissed when he heard Richard threaten you with his
authority.  Mark Cropper took Delia away from Richard on some pretext and
Tim is giving her old man an earful," he explained with a grin.  "Don't
worry about it.  Everybody has had it with him.  Nobody would give a shit
if he walked."
   "It's Delia I'm sorry for," Gary said finishing his dressing.  "She's a
nice kid and her old man is really making her feel useless.  She knows the
fault is largely with her because she just doesn't get sailing as a sport,"
he concluded.
   "I know...and I agree...she's a nice kid," Bob agreed.  "Pity about her
parents though.  Two self centered academics who think the sun shines out
of their fundamental orifice; and they know everything," Bob laughed.
   "I haven't met her mother," Gary said.
   "Oh she's as bad as he is," Bob chortled.  "She teaches art of or some
such useless subject at the local high school.  "Built like a brick
outhouse."
   Bob owned a small engineering business and was clearly a practical man
who had no time for topics like art, philosophy or psychology; or other
arty disciplines, as he called them.  If it wasn't science or math, it
wasn't worth learning.  Outside in the yard, the sailors had de-rigged
their boats and were busily stowing their boats in the rows of boat sheds
they rented from the club during the sailing season.  The season was
nearing an end and soon the finals of the seasons events would be
concluded, there would be prize giving ceremony, and the club activities
suspended until the next season.  There was a small flurry of activity in
spring as a sort of season warm up, which is the earliest the sailors would
be back on the water.  At twenty eight, Gary had returned to his home port
after a number of years globe hopping.  He had dragged himself back here
after his long time partner Cheryl and he had split; she preferring to
remain abroad and settling in Australia for a year and seeing how it went.
It was a tough decision but he felt it was time to put some roots down back
home so here he was; back home with a new job, and back sailing at the very
club he learned to sail at when he was a boy.  And Gary was on the look out
for someone to fill the romantic void left by Cheryl deciding to stay
abroad.
   That evening as Gary sat quietly having a beer and eating a microwave
dinner, his phone rang.  To his amazement it was Richard Hawthorne, and he
was very contrite about the fracas between them that afternoon.  In short
he apologized for his insinuation that Gary was part of Delia's problem.
   "Truthfully Richard, if Delia isn't into sailing then you should let her
drop out," Gary said; feeling better now the man had backed down.
   "We talked about it," Richard replied.  "But Delia is keen to have one
last go at it without the blasted boat crapping out," Hawthorne said.  "If
we could just get her to the stage of finishing races..." he said tapering
off.
   "Well there is little opportunity for anything but finishing one or two
races," Gary said.  "The season is almost over.  And I'm also thinking that
if Delia has a growing spurt as kids often do, the boat that she is to big
for now will be even more unsuitable for her by next year.  Maybe look at a
bigger boat...there are a number of classes she could consider as training
boats."
   "But what do we do with her current boat in the meantime...to get her
through this season," Hawthorne asked in a whining tone.
   "We have a couple of weeks break," Gary began.  "If we dried the boat
out and re-screwed the fittings with epoxy resin, we could shore it up for
a final fling," he said thinking as he spoke.  "She might get a couple of
races or so completed.  It wouldn't hurt to give the fittings a going over
as it makes that boat more salable to the new crop of learner's we will get
next year."
   For the first time Richard Hawthorne agreed to go along with Gary's
suggestion.  The boat would be turned upside down on trestles in the shed
Richard rented, and several inspection lamps would be attached inside the
upturned hull near where the timber was damp and soft.  The constant gentle
heat from the light bulbs would slowly dry the wood out thoroughly
according to Gary.  They would then saturate the wood with a special resin
and when it dried hard, use longer screws than removed, and smear the screw
threads with water resistant epoxy resin to see they bit into the treated
wood tight and firm; never to pull out with human force.  The fittings on
the aluminum mast could be refitted, using an adhesive compound on the
screw thread.  Richard suggested they start immediately so Gary reluctantly
said he would meet them at their boat shed at the club the next morning,
which was Sunday, at eleven.  But Richard did not appear, but instead sent
Delia.
   "I'm sorry but dad couldn't make it.  Some people turned up just as we
were about to leave," she said looking embarrassed at her father's no show.
   "That's fine Delia," Gary said with a sigh.  "I think I can manage."
   She grimaced realizing he was somewhat annoyed her father had blown him
off.
   "I can help," she said brightly.
   "Yes...yes of course you can," he smiled.  "It will be good for you to
understand basic boat maintenance," he said.
   He quickly explained what had to be done.  They needed to remove the
fittings and put them safely in a box he had brought with him.  They would
be screwed back onto the repaired boat.  Then they had to scrape back the
layers of paint around where the fittings had been screwed on, so as to
allow the damp wood to breathe and dry out.  She nodded as he explained
each step and he was sure she actually did get the drift of what was to be
done and why.  They set to the task.  With both Gary and Delia moving
around the boat in the cramped boat shed, they frequently bumped into each
other.  At first both were a little embarrassed but after about the fourth
or fifth time they gently collided he noticed she didn't attempt to pull
away quickly.  He glanced at her as he worked and noted she was watching
him from the corner of her eye.  He couldn't put his finger on it
immediately, but when he thought about it he saw her as a budding young
woman.  Not instantly attractive to the eye, mainly because of the frizzy
hair.  But her face was finely sculptured and if she had a different type
of hair, she would be very attractive.  Perhaps her hair needed to be much
shorter to diffuse the tight curly, almost unruly, appearance.  On the plus
side there was the obvious signs of budding boobs under her sweat shirt;
and the long slender legs he recalled when she wore the too-tight wetsuit
last time she sailed.  Today she was wearing knee-length cargo shorts and
they were sufficiently tight to catch Gary's sly attention; accentuating
the vee of her crotch and nicely tight across her butt.  Gary suddenly
began to see Delia as a young woman-to-be.  At one point as they were
turning the boat over, Delia got her hands in a cramped crossed-over
position where she couldn't let her grip on the boat go to reposition them
to turn the boat completely upside down; for fear of dropping it and having
it crash to the concrete floor.  She struggled with the weight on her arms
at such and odd angle that her strength was failing fast.  Gary saw her
predicament, having lifted the back of the boat, so he quickly hooked the
trestle at his end under the boat and propped the boat up.  He quickly
moved forwards and stood behind her to take the weight from her crossed
arms.  As he leaned over her and reached around her, his groin unavoidably
came in hard against her butt.  Expecting the girl to squat and come out
from under his arms that were around her and holding the boat, Gary was
stunned when Delia just stood where she was; having removed her hands from
the boat now supported at the back by the trestle and by Gary holding up
the front.  His face was close to her head and as he supported the front of
the boat, he felt her move gently but deliberately back against him.  She
held her palms up in front of her as if studying them for a blister or
splinter, but he realized she was feigning interest in the hands and was
obviously thinking about the position they were jammed in while she
remained trapped between him behind her and the boat he was holding up. 
With her butt making subtle movements against his crotch, Gary couldn't
help it but he was slowly becoming hard in his shorts.  This pass by Delia,
because that is what it really was, excited Gary and he was excited by her
overt pressing against him.  But the boat was starting feel heavy and he
needed to rest it on the front trestle.
   "Delia, can you squeeze down and under," he said puffing as the weight
of the boat held with outstretched arms began to tell on him.
   The girl slowly squatted and looped her head under one of his arms arm,
and then waddled a couple of feet and stood up beside him.  She took hold
of the boat beside him and they lowered it gently over and down so it was
now upside down on the trestles.  Gary moved quickly to the back of the
boat where the rear trestle was not positioned centrally under the boat and
he quickly adjusted it such that the small boat was now supported front and
back evenly.  Delia stood demurely near the front and fidgeted; looking at
some point ahead of her with an enigmatic smile on her face.  Gary stood
and stared at her wondering what the hell that was all about; yet somewhat
excited, if not a little disturbed, by her actions.
   "That was close," she eventually said and turned and stared at him; the
enigmatic smile still on her face as she twisted her fingers nervously
together.
   "Too close," Gary said, and then realized the double meaning.
   He had meant `too close' to dropping the boat, but saw how it could have
meant `too close' her against him.  Both meanings were relevant given the
circumstances.
   "No matter," he said quickly, forcing a chuckle to lighten the
awkwardness he felt.  "Disaster avoided," he added, meaning the boat did
not hit the ground.
   He arranged three inspection lamps with forty watt light bulbs carefully
clamped so as to allow low, steady, safe heat to dry the boat timber.
   "We'll leave these over night," he said turning to Delia.
   She had stood apart from him and watched him go about the chore.  All
the while smiling at him knowing she had rattled him.  There was a depth to
this young girl nobody saw.  She had a crush on the handsome young coach
and yet nobody who knew her would ever think she had one iota of impure
thoughts.  In many ways she was more a typical preteen than was obvious. 
She may look bookish and unsophisticated, but the girl had many unanswered
questions about life, sex and relationships that frequently occupied her
thoughts.  And the basic knowledge she had accrued fueled her interest to
learn more.  Neither Gary nor anyone else in the club would ever have
considered her this way.  And in particular, given that she was an
excellent academic student, her academic parents simply saw her as a
younger extension of themselves.  A certain prodigy in any field she was to
choose.
   "I'll drop by tomorrow before work and check the lamps," Gary said
finally breaking the silence.
   "What time," she asked quickly and looked at him intently.
   "Oh...I don't know...maybe eight, eight-fifteen," he answered looking at
her and wondering why she was interested in what time.
   "I was just wondering how long that would be...before checking," she
said.  "How much heat would be generated and for how long."
   Gary grinned and immediately believed she was doing some nerdy
assessment of what was really a very practical task.
   "Well its eleven fifty now," he began; looking at his watch.  "So you
have three forty watt bulbs burning for say, twenty hours; noon today to
eight in the morning.  You can work out how much energy," he said smiling
at her, assuming this was her interest to her.
   "Of course," she said with a nervous chuckle.  "I'll work it out."
   He nodded and gave her a look of curiosity.  She was a peculiar girl yet
standing looking at her, he saw something he had not considered before;
apart from that day in the wet suit.  But even that day he had deduced she
probably had no idea how revealing the tight rubber garment was.  But her
overt action today was at odds with what he saw at first glance.
   `Still waters run deep' he thought looking at her.
   "What?" she said seeing him staring at her.
   A small smile had come to her face as she knew he was taking her in and
probably thinking about what had happened earlier.
   "Nothing," he said quickly and blushed.  "Ah...Ok, well that's all we
need do tonight.  Thanks for your help.  I was lucky you at least could
come down to help.  Can I drop you at home?"
   "It's OK...it's my boat.  It's the least I could do," she answered. 
"Thank you Gary.  And yes...you can give me a lift home"
   As he guided her out the door, she deliberately slowed so he was close
to her as they stooped under the half open roller door.  She stepped back
as he rolled the door closed and placed the padlock at the corner hasp and
snapped it closed.
   "Right...over this way," Gary said indicating his truck in the center
bay of the open parking lot by the rigging area.
   He drove her the short distance to her house.  They lived behind a grove
of trees but there house was elevated so it had a partial view of the bay;
and you could just see the boat club sheds.  Quite an expensive location he
thought.  They were probably quite wealthy despite Richard always looking
disheveled and badly dressed.  And judging by the value of Delia's old
boat, Richard was probably a little tight-fisted when it came to splashing
out; hardly a `nothing but the best' approach by Richard.
   "Here we are," Gary said and turned to watch Delia get out of the truck.
   "Thanks Gary," she said warmly.  "I really enjoyed helping."
   She smiled sweetly at him but he knew she had a double meaning to her
innocent remark.  As he watched her start up the small wooded trail to her
house, he saw her half turn back and then she disappeared from view.  He
had a sense she was laughing and he sat and blinked in puzzlement at this
girl who was turning out to be somewhat of an enigma.
   ***
   She was there when he arrived at the boat shed next morning; dressed in
her private school uniform, ready for school.  As he climbed out of the
truck and walked towards her standing at the boat shed door he smiled
warmly.
   "This is a surprise," he said looking at her.  "You didn't need to come
down.'
   "I wanted to see how much the wood had dried," she answered.
   She looked very presentable in her uniform.  Neat white collar to her
blouse with the striped necktie neatly tucked under her vee-neck sweater.
Her small boobs obvious bumps on her chest as her blazer hung open.  Gary
unlocked the padlock and lifted the roller door high enough to stoop under.
It was just a quick visit so no need to open it right up.  He stooped under
the door and walked to the boat.  Delia followed and as he knelt and peered
under the boat and felt the wood, she squatted beside him.  As he bent his
head to inspect to see the timber was not scorched, maybe because the lamps
were too close; her presence caught his eye and he turned his head and
looked straight between her legs as she squatted beside him.  He had his
head partly under the boat and she could not see where he was looking.  He
froze and stared at the shock of white between her thighs; slightly parted
so the crotch of her white underpants was quite obvious in the gloom of the
shed with the half open door.  She shuffled a little as if stopping herself
from overbalancing and her legs briefly splayed further.  Gary swallowed
hard.  He could have reached no more than a few inches and touched her
between her legs.  He was enthralled by the accidental flash she was giving
him and he deliberately tarried in his position and ogled her crotch.  The
recall of the events of the previous night returned and his mouth was
suddenly dry.
   `Christ I'm have dirty thoughts about a kid' he thought, and he pulled
his head back from under the boat and slowly stood up; staring at Delia as
he rose.
   "Was it OK?" she asked sweetly and gave him the enigmatic smile.
   Gary swallowed hard.  She wasn't referring to the temperature or how dry
the boat had become overnight.  He knew she was teasing him.
   "It was good," he answered evenly holding her gaze.  `It could be
better," he added.
   Her smile changed to a look of determination as she slowly stood and
took a step towards him.  Their eyes were locked on each others; both
wondering what to do next.  Gary had to look away as his guilt at what he
had seen under the boat made him falter and he blushed.  As he regained
some composure and turned back towards her, she took a half step closer and
he jumped as he felt her hand push against the front of his trousers.  His
jaw sagged and his mouth opened and she stared into his eyes as the
pressure from her hand became a full grope as her fingers sought to trace
which way his cock was lying in his undershorts.  Gary almost staggered in
shock at her forward assault on his cock and he put a hand on the upturned
boat to steady himself.  Still holding his eyes in a steady stare, Delia's
hand was now moving to open his flies.  Gary stood stunned and rooted to
the spot as the scholarly preteen kid slowly opened his flies; now using
two hands to guide the zipper down.  He swallowed hard and studied the look
of determination on her face.  His eyes fluttered as he felt a hand slip
inside the flap of his shorts and he let out a low groan "oh God...Delia"
as Delia pulled his hardening cock out of his pants.  By now she was right
up against him and she dropped her gaze and bowed her head to look at the
adult cock she now held in her hand.  Now it was her turn to look shocked;
it was only momentary shock as her face soon took on a look of awe and
wonder as she studied it in her hand.  It was the first she had ever seen
one in the flesh.  Her visual education to date had come courtesy of the
internet and gay porn sites that specialized in nude male models posing for
the benefit of other men.
   She squatted and studied Gary's cock for a few moments; slowly jacking
it as she peered at the cock head coming and going under the foreskin she
was slipping up and down.  She noticed the slippery secretion on the head
which gave the cock a dull sheen.  She touched it with a finger and she was
surprised at how slippery it was.  As if unsure of what she was doing, she
tentatively poked her tongue at it and moved the tip onto the cock head;
the foreskin held right back so the big mushroom head was totally exposed.
Delia deduced by touching it with her tongue that the taste was not bad. 
In fact there was no discernible taste at all.  But the sense of taste is
in the taste buds not the tongue so she was fooled into believing it was
tasteless.  As her tongue told her there was no bad taste, she slowly
dragged her tongue around the cock.
   "Oh God yes...Delia...that's fantastic," she heard Gary gasp with a
light chuckle.
   She glanced up at him and saw the look of excitement on his face.  To
Gary, her holding his cock at her lips and staring up at him was the
perfect act of submission he had enjoyed with older lovers.
   "Take it Delia...there's a good girl," he rasped and his hands came to
her frizzy hair and pressured her head towards the cock.
   She was a novice but instinctively Delia knew what to do.  She formed
her lips around the head and allowed an inch or so to slip in; clamping her
hand mid-length to ensure it could not go too deep.  For the next few
minutes Gary stood and gently coached the preteen on the art of sucking
cock.  Whispering encouragement to use the hand and lightly twist it as it
flowed up and down the base of the cock.  Telling her to swirl her tongue
and draw as much as she could into her mouth.  Delia sucked diligently;
concentrating on each instruction to see she got it right.  Glancing up at
Gary's face from time to time and noting how much he was enjoying her
efforts.  Gary allowed his hands to roam lightly over Delia's frizzy mop;
occasionally stroking her jaw line and ear lobes and even cupping a hand
and holding her chin as she sucked and slurped steadily on his cock.  Like
a lot of men, Gary needed to take control to bring about a good climax. 
Some men cannot respond totally to someone else's hand or mouth, as much as
they can to their own hand on their cock.  So when he became somewhat
frustrated Delia was not going to get him in a strong ejaculation, he
placed one hand behind her head and took his cock from her.
   Delia glanced up and saw the look of determination on his face as he
began flicking his hand firmer and faster over his cock.  A grip he was all
too familiar and practiced with.  Resting one hand on the concrete floor
now she had let him go, Delia squatted with her mouth open expectantly.  A
sense of apprehension at what she knew would happen yet fascinated enough
by the entire situation to see it through to the end.  When Gary started to
cum, her eyes opened wide in fascination as she saw the first spurts aimed
at her.  Instinctively she went to turn but Gary's hand behind her head
held her long enough for the first few spurts to hit her upper lip, fly in
her mouth, and hit her chin.  After she was eventually able to turn away
the last weaker spurts hit the side of her jaw and she lowered her head,
now with both hands touching the ground to balance herself as she coughed
and struggled to rid herself of the cum that had hit the back of her
throat. As Gary was getting past the enjoyable release, he turned her head
back to face him and as she looked up, he saw the ribbons of cum on her
upper and lower lips, pooled just behind her bottom teeth, and a ribbon
hanging off her right jaw.  Gary helped her to stand and as she stood
somewhat stunned by what she had just experienced.
   Delia stood with a mawkish half grin on her face looking at Gary, with
his cum now slowly slithering down her chin.  Sensing the slimy goo, she
instinctively brought her fingers to her face and realized the extent of
the coating of cum.  She dragged her fingertips around the wet patches,
effectively smearing the semen.  Gary chuckled and took her hand away and
held it in front of her face so she could inspect it.  She studied the
semen on her hand and felt him pressure her hand towards her mouth.  Her
eyes widened with surprise as she realized he wanted her to lick it; to
suck it off.  With a sense of foreboding, despite having taken two or three
spurts in her mouth, Delia put her hand to her lips.  She stood helpless
knowing what Gary expected and reluctantly she cleaned the semen from her
hand.  Having cleaned the hand Gary quickly wiped up the residue she had
left on his fingertips and held it to Delia's lips.  She was standing
getting the taste of what she had just licked of her hand it dawned on her
it wasn't actually repugnant, if not exactly pleasant.  With a lesser
degree of reluctance, she licked the remainder from Gary's fingers.
   "Good girl Delia," Gary said quietly.  "You have done rally well," and
he embraced her, catching her by surprise.
   As he stood holding her she felt pleased she had gone through with it.
She had initiated the contact and he had willingly taken up her overt pass
at him.  For a young girl who had had no previous sexual experience, she
had done exceedingly well.  As they stood in an embrace, Gary realized his
cock was still hanging out of his flies, having sagged to becoming semi
erect.  He also realized the roller door was nearly half open and anyone
could have walked past and seen the young girl plainly squatting in front
of a man whose upper body was obscured by the door.  Delia had her back to
the door through the sucking but it wouldn't take a brain to work out what
she was doing to the man.  Gary broke the clinch and walked to the door and
pushed it right down, making the shed quite dark.  Delia turned watching
him and realized just how public they had been and pang of apprehension ran
through her.  What if someone had seen as when walking past?  Perhaps on a
morning stroll for fresh sea air.  Had they seen and now had run off to
tell of a young girl being abused?
   "I think I should go now," Delia said quietly as he eyes became
accustomed to the gloom in the shed.  "We've finished haven't we?"
   "Finished the boat?" Gary asked rhetorically.  "Yes...as much as we can
do."
   "I have to get to school," she said quickly, relieved their checking of
the boat, was completed.
   "OK...yes...of course," Gary said and stood noting the look of concern
on her face.  "I have to get to work as well."
   "Are you OK Delia?" he asked and stepped close to her.
   "Yeah...OK," she mumbled.
   "Oh Delia," Gary began taking her in an embrace.  "Don't worry.  Nobody
saw us, I'm sure of that," he said and embraced her tenderly.
   "Are you sure?" she said looking up at him.
   "Yes...I was facing the door.  I would have seen if someone walked
by...and no one did," he answered firmly.
   She sighed and he felt her relax against him.  He held her quietly for a
moment or two and then eased her back and looked down at her face; their
eyes accustomed to the gloomy shed.
   "You wanted that...didn't you?" Gary said holding her gaze.
   She nodded but was lightly biting her bottom lip with apprehension they
may have been seen.
   "Yes," she said softly after a moment or two of reflection.
   "You've never done that before though have you?" Gary continued.
   She shook her head.
   "You were very good.  A natural," he said with a smile.
   She looked a little uncomfortable at first the smiled at his praise.
   "Thank you," she said quietly.
   "You had some idea though...I guess most girls...and boys...know enough
about sex to get by," he grinned at her.
   She nodded and barely controlled the broad smile she had on her face,
from breaking into a girlish giggle.
   "Come here again this evening...to check the boat again," he said
holding her gaze.
   She gave him and impish smile and then nodded.
   "OK," she said almost breathlessly.  "What time?"
   "Between six and six thirty," he said.
   Her face dropped.
   "We usually get ready for dinner at seven...could we make it a bit
earlier.
   "You eat a little late?  He asked a little surprised.
   "Both mom and dad work late each day...mom get's home first," she
answered.
   "Who looks after you from after school?" he asked frowning at the idea
she may be unsupervised.
   "Sometimes dad works from home but often no one," she said with a sense
of indignation.  "I look after myself."
   Oh...Ok...that's fine" he answered trying to cover up he had thought she
should have a caregiver while her parents were still out.  "So it's better
for you to come her and be home before dinner then?" he asked realizing
what she was meaning by meeting earlier.
   "Yes," she said simply.
   "I agree," he said quickly.  "I can get away a little earlier.  Let's
make it five thirty," he continued.  That will give us an hour or so," and
he smiled knowingly at him.
   She grinned at him and nodded.
   "I'd best get going," she said and made to disengage.
   But before she could, Gary bent and pushed his lips against hers and
kissed her.  She was a little surprised by this but readily kissed him back
as much as she knew how.  Eventually he broke the kiss and looked at her.
   "This is our secret...right?" he said holding her gaze.
   "Of course," she said simply.  "I won't tell anyone."
   "Good girl Delia," he said with a smile.  "There is much to learn," and
he kissed her again lightly and then released her gently.
   "We'd both best get going now," he said and walked to the door and
lifted it up.
   He stood aside and Delia stepped under the half open door after first
looking around to see if anyone was nearby.  Seeing the sea wall and car
park area were deserted, she stopped under and stood waiting on the other
side.  Gary joined her and closed the door and padlocked it.
   "Do you want a lift to school?" he asked.
   "No I'd best go on foot she said," and motioned to walk off.
   "Good idea he said.  "Let's not draw attention to us together."
   "Bye," she said with a smile.  "Until this afternoon."
   "By Delia...have a nice day.  See you at half past five," Gary said and
they turned away from each other to go in different directions; Gary to the
parking area and Delia towards the road that followed the curve of the
bay's foreshore.
   There was a bus stop she walked to each day.  She would follow her
routine.  If anyone asked why she was approaching from the boat club, she
would simply say had been checking her boat which was being dried out. 
Gary passed her before she got to the bus stop.  He didn't look at her has
he drove abreast of her and she watched his truck drive away as she hurried
to the bus stop.  She was brimming with pride at what she had done.  She
had had this crush on the handsome coach for weeks and now she had finally
got somewhere; and how exciting it had been.  She couldn't wait until
school was out and she could meet him again.
   ****
   She was waiting for him when he walked around the end of the large
boatshed; one long narrow building portioned into twelve separate sheds
with each with a roller door.  There we were two such buildings with twelve
sheds either side making a total of forty eight sheds that were rented by
club members to store their boats.  Most of the sheds were shared by two or
more boat owners.  Delia had changed out of her school uniform and she was
wearing a small denim skirt and a loose pale blue shirt.  On her feet she
wore open toe sandals and no socks.  He could see the top of one cup of her
training bra as she stood with shoulders slightly stopped waiting by the
shed door.  Because she was tall for her age she had developed the stoop to
try and make herself look shorter; as those she was normally around at
school were a lot shorter than she was.  Gary glanced around casually and
saw nobody within near distance.  There was the odd car traveling the shore
road and a few people the far end of the beach.  But no one close enough to
recognize either man or girl.
   "Hey there," Gary said breezily.  "How was school?"
   "Hi...it was boring...as usual," she said smiling sweetly at him.
   He rolled the door up about four feet and stooped under.  Instead of
stooping, Delia squatted and waddled forward.  Gary found himself looking
directly between her legs as she shuffled each foot to get under the door
in a squat position.  As she cleared her head under the door she glanced up
at him and instantly realized he had caught a full crotch shot as she had
struggled to get into the shed.  She stood with an embarrassed grin and
then waited patiently while he closed the door behind them; something he
had not done that morning.  The shed was gloomy once more with only the
light from the lamps under her boat illuminating a small part of the floor;
the remainder of the shed being shielded from the lamp's light by the
upturned boat hull.
   "Are you Ok?" he said quietly.
   Partly meaning was she OK after what took place that morning, and partly
was she OK with what was likely to take place again.
   "Mm-hm," she said as he stepped towards her.
   She waited as he took her into his arms and kissed her.  She reached her
arms around his neck and let him embrace her.  After a few moments she felt
his erection pushing against her hip and she moaned her acknowledgment.  As
she was enjoying the kiss and concentrating on the hardening cock pushing
against her, she started as she felt his hand slip under her skirt and go
straight to her mound.  She gasped and broke the kiss and her first
instinct was to push the hand away; but the sense of their intimacy earlier
in the day stopped her rebelling against his advances and she held her
ground yet with a look of concern on her face.  He smiled down at her and
deliberately fondled her sex threw the plain cotton panties she wore. 
Eventually she gave in to his feeling her this way; realizing she had been
far more familiar with him that morning.  Almost with a sigh of
resignation, she groped for the hard cock in his Dockers and using both
hands, unzipped him.  He watched her with a sly smile as his fingers slid
inside one leg of her panties and he felt the bald labia.  She stiffened
momentarily and then hastened to get his cock out.  If he was going to
fondle her bare sex then she was going to do the same with him.  Having
released his erection from his pants, she fondled it firmly and bent her
head to look at it in the gloomy shed; noting his arm under her skirt as
the fingers were gently pulling her labia apart.  Gary moved them both back
so his legs came against a larger two-man boat sitting on a launching
cradle parallel against the wall of the shed opposite the wall Delia's boat
was on.  The edge of the top of the boat was just under Gary's butt and he
slowly sat back; bringing Delia carefully around so she sat on one knee,
side-on to him.  Holding her steady with one arm around her shoulders, he
moved his other arm a little so she had free access to jack his cock she
held out before him.  As she stroked him he fingered her gently inside her
panties.  She laid her head sideways against his shoulder and watched her
hand on his cock which she could feel was lubricating again.  After a few
minutes of mutual fondling, Gary whispered to her to stand and, before she
could stop him, he slipped his hands to the waist of her panties and had
them past her knees before she realized what he was doing.  He made her
step out of the white garment and returned her to sit on one knee.  Now he
felt her easily and she sighed and gave into the mutual fondling.  This was
a quantum move forward on what he taken place that morning.  But part of a
plan Gary had formulated during the day.
   Despite several pangs of remorse, his thoughts invariably returned to
the excitement of sexual contact with the under age girl.  During one of a
number of quick jack-off sessions he had in the bathroom at his work, he
resolved to nail the kid; to fuck her like an adult woman.  She was
alluring and exciting and the most exciting fact was her age and the
burgeoning promise she held as a teenager and young woman.  And she was
seemingly available and he was sure she was willing if he got her in the
right situation.  Gary had a strong urge to pursue her to actually fuck
her. Something he would never have contemplated before this morning.  He
had sunk to the level of a pedophile; captivated by her age and womanly
promise.  After he tired of feeling her bald sex he whispered to her to
kneel before him.  There was an adult life vest lying on the front of the
boat he was sitting on so he grabbed it and dropped it between his feet on
the floor so it lay open.  She caught his meaning and kneeled on the padded
vest to protect her knees from the hard concrete.  Kneeling on the padded
life vest, she began to suck him as she had been taught by him that
morning. She had mixed emotions about him not touching her anymore; his
hands now gently guiding her bobbing head.  She had got used to the
fingering but still had a sense it was more wrong than sucking him; yet she
knew it was a sign he accepted her totally as a partner.  His secret young
girlfriend perhaps; and this excited her.  She had thought about the
morning session all day as well and had resolved to repeat it this late
afternoon.  She had considered what she might do if he tried to touch her
but had decided it was too soon in their contact for him to make that move.
She was wrong and had come to accept that contact was now to be part of any
future liaison together.
   Delia sucked at Gary with growing expertise; occasionally breaking the
seal of her lips on his cock to gasp in a few breaths to get her breathing
straight again, all the while fervently jacking the hard cock.  She glanced
up at him and smiled knowingly and he stroked her face and encouraged her
back to work.  Gary was enjoying her efforts and on one occasion, he was so
excited by the carnal scene of Delia kneeling and sucking him, he broke her
mouth from the cock and took himself in hand; and for a few minutes
subjected her to a subtle debasement by wiping his saliva coated cock
around her face and lips.  And pushing it into her mouth so her cheek
bulged on one side; and then slapping it lightly against her face, nose,
and cheek.  Eventually he returned it to her control to resume sucking it
once more.  He watched her and decided the time was nigh.  He had exercised
control over her; now he would see how she reacted to the next move.
   "Wahoo I'm really close sweetie...let's stop a while.  It's so great, I
don't want to cum just yet," he gasped.
   She beamed at him and eased off his cock.
   "Sit back up on my knee," he said panting slightly.
   She stood and turned her back and then eased back onto one knee;
reaching back to hold his cock.  He slipped an arm around her waist and
held the skirt up while his other hand reached between her legs as she
fondled him awkwardly.  He stroked and felt her between her legs.  She
closed her eyes and lay back against him and let him play with her sex.  He
paused for a moment and she did not see him push a hand in his pocket and
bring out a firm new tube of KY he had purchased during the lunch hour. 
Reaching the hand back to meet the other, he removed the cap and smeared a
generous glob of KY onto his fingers.  All the while Delia lying back
against him; her frizzy hair pushed against his cheek.  She opened her eyes
and started in surprise as she felt the fingers wipe a generous amount of
the cool emollient on her sex.  She bent her head to see what he was doing
and it slowly sunk in that he was lubricating her.  And she knew enough to
know that could mean only one thing.
   "I don't want to," she said in a whisper but he didn't hear her.
   He lubed her with a copious amount of the gel and then lightly nudged
her off his knee to stand.  She stood helpless.  Very much enamored towards
him but feeling apprehensive that he had moved so far so quickly; too
quickly for her.  But she had gone along with his every move so far.  And
she reminded herself she had started it all in the first pace.  Gary bent
and picked up the life vest and laid it on the broad front of the boat he
had been sitting on.  With little will to resist but feeling very unhappy
about what he was going to do, Delia reluctantly allowed Gary to bend her
over the boat.  Her legs stiff and spread as she reluctantly lowered her
torso on top of the padded life vest.
   "I don't want to," she muttered but again he did not hear what she said.
   He was busy transferring an amount of KY to his cock with long even
strokes to grease it as well as ensure he was still super hard.  As she bit
her bottom lip in anxiety, Delia braced herself as the cock head grazed her
exposed sex.  Gary quickly found the angle and height and slowly he
introduced his slick cock into her well greased cunt.
   Delia gasped several times; more in fright and surprise than pain or
discomfort.  Gary slowly moved back and forth; each in-stroke gaining more
penetration.  At some point Delia felt a sharp pang and gasped "it
hu-u-u-u-u-rts"
   "Easy sweetheart," Gary breathed close to her ear as he was now nearly
three-quarter inside her.  "That will pass...just a little piece of skin
inside," he said and there was almost a lilting chuckle to his voice.
   He was overcome with the need to fuck her now he was nearly sheathed in
her.  He made a few more controlled in-out moves and soon he felt his balls
resting against her labia.
   "Oh sweet Jesus," he gasped under his breath as he enjoyed the heat and
tightness of her preteen sex.  "This is so unbelievably hot," he muttered
crudely near her ear.
   Delia clenched her eyes closed and bit her bottom lip.  It wasn't
hurting much but he was stretching her and the nagging ache that followed
the sharp pang of pain was still there.
   "Oh no...stop," she whispered to herself, and tears flowed.
   As the young preteen wept silently for her lost virginity, Gary slowly
started to fuck her like a grown woman; slow withdrawals and the firm push
back in deeper.  He bumped against her tender insides; his cock over-big
for her despite her being a long bodied young girl.  Gary fucked her as he
had fucked girlfriends young and old.  And the KY worked wonders and soon
he was sliding in and out with little restriction despite her tightness. 
Delia draped one hand over the edge of the boat's cockpit and the other
gripped the raised wooden block that was the mast position.  Steadying
herself this way as she bent and let Gary fuck her deep and hard; he
standing upright as he held her hips and ploughed her quickly and deeply
now.  Delia making low groaning noises as the big cock thudded inside as he
fucked her.  Gary gasping and panting in effort as he slowly picked up the
pace.  When he came, he came with a rush and he was so urgent and vigorous
she almost collapsed under him.  He nearly lifted her feet off the ground
with the energy of his cumming hard deep inside the young girl.  Eventually
gasping and crudely chuckling in male pride and ego as he flattened over
her back and ran his hands over the backs of her hands that she clung to
the boat with.  Gary spent himself completely inside of Delia's tight hot
young body.  After a few minutes lying on her and whispering praise to her
for being so brave and how good she was, he slowly came upright; and then
with some carnal ego driven pleasure, watched his cock slowly come out of
her tight canal.  The dull sheen of KY and small smears of blood mingled
with the whiteness of his own cum; whipped frothy by her tightness and the
short burst of post ejaculation fucking.  He slapped the cock on her butt a
couple of times and then turned her round.  Delia was unsteady on her feet
and she could not stop him making her squat.  His greasy cock waved before
her face.  She had no option but to open her mouth and he shoved it in;
coercing her to slobber the cock and lick it clean of the sheen of KY,
semen and smears of her hymeneal blood.
   After Gary had come down from his high of fucking her, he pulled her
back onto his knee and lightly kissed her and whispered praise and
compliments to her.  Eventually the feeling of helplessness and
apprehension she was being taken way beyond where she wanted to go began to
subside as he hugged her to him; and almost as an afterthought, pushed a
hand inside her shirt and slipped it under her bra.  She smiled mawkishly
as he felt the small breasts and the pert little nipples in turn.  After he
had enjoyed feeling them for a few minutes, he opened more shirt buttons
and pushed the bra up off her breasts and nuzzled and suckled them.  In the
context of her unwillingness to have been fucked, this was rather enjoyable
to Delia.  Something she could have stood for if it was the next logical
step beyond her sucking him; something to do before him feeling her up.  He
seemed to get her priorities back the front.  But this gentle interest in
her breasts had an effect on Delia and soon the concern at allowing him to
feel her and penetrate her had evaporated now there was this feeling of
warmth shown towards her by Gary.  The nice caressing and kissing of her
breasts ended when he noted the time was coming up six fifteen, and he
smilingly bid her stand and tuck herself in.  She was feeling happy and now
much more at ease with the intimacy she had shared with him.  As she tidied
up her shirt and stooped to put her panties on, Gary felt the warmed drying
wood of her boat and muttered his approval that the wood was dry.
   "I'll leave them another night," he said with a wink.  "That way we can
check again tomorrow.  And of course you have to help," he said with a leer
as he watched her pull her panties up her thighs and jiggle her butt as she
made them comfortable.
   A look of momentary concern came over his face.
   "Not right up...stop," he said quickly and reached for the garment not
quite snug against her body.
   "What's wrong?" she said with some concern.
   Pull them down," he instructed.  "You'll leak when you start moving...my
cum...the semen," he said quickly pushing her panties down further.  "And
you might spot them with a little blood...from your hymen breaking," he
said looking at her face.
   She caught on.  She had had `that talk' with her mother and knew she
might bleed a little when she lost her virginity.  Of course her mother had
sternly suggested the older she was for that momentous event the better. 
Maybe the use of tampons and the natural growth of her body might see the
hymen rupture from more personal reasons than having sex; hopefully into
her late teens.
   "What do I do with them?" she asked a little perplexed.  "I can't walk
home with them in my hand."
   "Give them to me," he said after a short think.  "Go home without them.
I'll return them tomorrow morning when you have your school backpack and of
course you've been showered and clear of...semen and any spotting," he
said.
   "I can't go without panties," she said with a disbelieving giggle.
   "Of course you can," he chuckled.  "Look at Britney Spears and Lindsay
Lohan...and Paris Hilton.  It's wicked and raunchy," he chuckled.  "But
then not that we want you flashing everyone," he said a little more
soberly.
   "Look you haven't far to go.  It shouldn't matter.  Just make sure you
shower properly.  And if you have tampons or pads, I suggest you wear one
to bed.  Just in case," he said thinking practically.
   Delia nodded her understanding and she felt heartened by his caring for
her.  Not realizing he was making sure her sexual activity was not going to
be revealed and bringing any suspicion on him if it was discovered.
   As they left the boat club yard in opposite directions once more, Delia
walked quickly, conscious of the cool draft around her butt and crotch; yet
heartened by Gary's concern.  As she walked up the road into the tree lined
street where she lived, she drew her arms across her front and smiled to
herself.  She felt very proud of what she had done despite her initial
apprehension about losing her virginity.  She had given it to Gary; the
handsome sailing coach she had had a crush on the first moment she saw him.
And no had ever see Delia as a young girl yearning for sexual experience;
certainly not with an adult man.  She did exactly what Gary told her.  She
went straight home and showered carefully and then inserted one of the
petite tampons her mother had in stock for the day she might get her first
period at home and not at school.  Her mother arrived shortly after she had
got out of the shower and called her greeting to Delia through the bathroom
door.  By the time her father had come home and they sat down to their
usual late dinner, Delia was feeling radiant and happy.  So much so that
her father remarked she must have had a good day at school as he gave her a
peck good night.  To her parents, a happy Delia meant academic success at
school.  In bed Delia lay and went over the events of this momentous day. A
thought came to her and she turned on the light on the night stand and got
out of bed.  She took a felt pen from the pen and pencil holder on her desk
and made a small cross on this day on her calendar.  A little `X' that
signified far more than the symbol of a kiss.  Well it was her first kiss
today as well; but far more than that.  Hopping back into bed, she slid her
hand inside her pajama bottoms and felt the cord of the tampon; and lightly
felt her labia, and her smile now seemed a permanent fixture on her face.
   "I love Gary" she whispered, and turned the light out and slowly drifted
off to sleep.
   At home, having had a pizza and several beers, Gary sat in his comfy
lounger and languidly jacked himself off.  Reliving the excitement of
nailing the tight little virgin Delia; and cumming hard into Delia's
panties held over his erection to catch the cum.  A great little fuck; pity
about her hair though.  She'll never be a head-turner, yet everything was
there and not to shabby either.  And he knew what she was about.  Still
waters indeed ran deep.  She was now his safe harbor to explore as he
wanted.  He had her.  He would laugh at her pompous father behind his back
each time he nailed Richard Cawthrone's little girl.
   ***
   They met next morning at about eight fifteen, as planned.  Delia was
still full of excitement at the events of yesterday and the planned events
of this morning.  Having let them into the shed once more, Gary closed the
door and they embraced warmly and he kissed her.  He reached under her
uniform skirt and noted she was wearing panties.
   "Just as well," he chuckled as he nuzzled her ear and felt the swell of
her sex between her legs.  "I forgot to bring yesterday's panties," he
said.
   She giggled and hugged him.
   "Gary...do you mind...if we don't have...you know...proper sex," she
said her face showing a little anxiety he might be angry at her suggestion.
"It's just that...well...I don't want to be all...you know...down
there...at school," she said looking embarrassed to actually say the words
that she wanted to say.
   "You don't want to spend a day at school with my semen oozing from your
body," he said candidly.  "Messing up your panties."
   She nodded sheepishly.
   "You could have brought a tampon," he said quickly and she blushed
hoping he wouldn't think of that.
   "I know...I thought of that," she said slowly.  "But I just thought...it
would be safer," she said looking helplessly at him as if he might
disapprove.
   "No...it's OK Delia sweetie.  You're right.  No sense tempting fate of
discovery," he said amiably.  "There are other things we can do now." And
then added; "You've no regrets...about yesterday...have you?"
   "No," she said with a short laugh shaking her head.
   "I am glad to hear that," he smiled and embraced her once more.
   He kissed and fondled her.  Pushing a hand inside her school blouse and
playing with her breasts and nipples which she enjoyed; her head lying
against his shoulder as he played with her small nubbins.  After a few
minutes he went back to feeling her sex; sliding a hand inside the
waistband of her panties and felt her labia and slit tenderly.  Delia
opened his Dockers and too his erection out.  The brief meeting ended with
Delia squatting and holding his thighs as she sucked his cock.  She used
her mouth only and Gary was excited and surprised he was rapidly responding
to her sucking.  He came without warning; gasping and groaning as he held
her shoulders.  Delia got a mouthful before she could turn her face away
and cough and splutter as the last spurts hit he face and hair at the side.
She steadied herself with one hand on the floor as she coughed and
spluttered semen inside her hand; placed over her mouth as a form of
politeness.  She started to giggle once she got her breath and she stood
feeling foolish her evasive action had created more mess than she was
avoiding.  He handed her a handkerchief and she wiped her face and then he
sponged the glob of semen from her frizzy brown hair.
   "All clean," he said.
   "Thank you," she said warmly and she put her hands around his neck and
he kissed her.
   "I'd best be going," she said quietly.
   "Me to," he said.
   There was a pregnant pause.
   "Look, Delia...I don't think we can do any more here like this," he
began carefully.
   Her face fell fearing he was about to work up to tell her they could not
meet again.
   "Soon I'm actually going to have to do some work on the boat...as I
promised your father," he continued.  "And I expect he will want to help so
that means no time for us, like this," he said; looking at her seeking her
understanding.
   "I see...I mean I understand.  Whatever time you are here, there is
something that will need doing," she said.  "Work so daddy will see
progress."
   "Exactly...which makes it impossible for us now," he explained.  "Coming
here and checking the lamps...the drying...was easy.  But we need to turn
the boat over onto its bottom and work on the areas we have dried out," he
explained.
   She nodded her understanding.
   "Tell your dad to come down tomorrow evening.  He can help...I think
it's just a bit heavy for you anyway...judging by the struggle you had the
other day."
   She nodded her understanding.
   "What time tomorrow?" she asked.
   "Tell him about seven thirty or eight; after dinner," Gary said.  "If he
can't make it, tell him to give me a call."
   "Well...I'd best be going then," she said and stood waiting for him to
open the door.
   "OK...remember to tell your father to be here tomorrow," he said,
acknowledging there was nothing else they could do this evening.
   Delia walked to the door and then slowed and bent under the half open
roller door that Gary held open.  She paused on the outside and stooped her
head back under it.
   "Will I see you again...together?" she asked with a pensive look on her
face.
   "Of course," Gary said emphatically.  "Won't you come down with your
father tomorrow evening?"
   "Well I have piano after school.  I won't be able to make it," she said.
"But...um...I didn't mean see you with Daddy," she said staring at him.
   "Oh...of course.  Your father is always going to be here from now on,"
He said realizing she meant seeing him for sex.  "Which means we have to
think of somewhere else to meet," he said a little ruefully.
   They stared at each other both wondering where they could meet for their
illicit games.
   "Let's play it by ear.  Let's get the repairs under way and see what
eventuates," Gary said quietly.  "It's best not to try and make something
work if a discrete opportunity does not exist.  Just be patient OK?" he
said leaning down and stepping outside with her.
   Delia nodded but looked unhappy that there might never be a time they
could be together again.
   "I'd best get going," she said sadly.
   "OK...and cheer up...it will be OK...you'll see," Gary said positively
and he lightly draped and arm around her sagging shoulders as a sign of
reassurance.
   She nodded unconvincingly and slowly walked off home.
   ***
   Richard was his usual pompous self when he arrived the next evening to
help Gary with the boat.  Gary was surprised to see Delia was not with him
and he felt a small pang of concern that the girl was not her because she
was suffering regrets about what had happened between them; forgetting she
said she had piano lessons.  Richard was amiable enough with Gary and he
chatted idly as the two men lifted the boat and turned it so it sat on its
bottom on the two trestles; padded with stuffed canvas so the boat's bottom
was protected from the hard wood of the trestles.
   "What's the next step?" Richard asked cheerily.
   "Well the wood is well dried out now," Gary began.  "So I'll rough sand
it and coat it with a penetrating epoxy resin.  Then sand smooth, paint it
with undercoat and two top coats and then restore the fittings as new."
   "How long will it take?" Richard queried a hint of impatience in his
voice.
   "Um...well lets see; a day to coat with the epoxy, and allow drying, and
then a day for each coat of paint.  One day for primer-undercoat as I have
other commitments, so I'd allow a week."
   "Ah...small problem," Richard said cautiously.  "I have to go away for a
couple of weeks...on business," he said.  "I can't help much I'm afraid..."
he added tapering off and looking at Gary.
   "Well it's hardly labor intensive," Gary chuckled.  "No matter...I can
do it myself OK."
   "Delia can help," Richard said brightly.  "Well at least represent the
family on what is her boat," he added.  "It will be good instruction seeing
how to repair the boat properly."
   Gary smiled at Richard's subtle compliment by using the word `properly';
acknowledging that Gary knew what he was doing.
   "OK...that would be good.  Tomorrow is Saturday and I have other
commitments," Gary began.  "But Sunday morning...I can come down and apply
the resin.  Tell Delia to be here about eleven."
   "Sunday it is then," Richard beamed and looked satisfied his daughter's
old wooden boat was getting a new lease of life.
   Delia was there as arranged on Sunday.  She was waiting in the shed with
the door half open when Gary arrived.  She was fidgety and avoided eye
contact and he realized she must be feeling a little nervous perhaps having
reflected on what had happened.  He chatted easily with her and he made
sure their conversation was centered on what he was doing.  She stood the
other side of the boat and sanded the dried bare wood with a piece of
sandpaper; just as Gary was doing on his side.  The initial awkwardness she
was obviously feeling evaporated as he discussed the task with her. 
Finally he was satisfied they had roughed up the wood sufficiently to allow
the epoxy to saturate the fibers.  Delia stood quietly and watched Gary mix
the resin in a plastic pot and then apply it to the bare wood with a small
foam painting stick; wearing a mask to protect his nose and throat from the
fumes.  She wrinkled her nose up at the strong odor of the resin and she
went and watched him from the open door where she breathed fresh air away
from the fumes.  Eventually Gary finished and he stood outside with her and
took his mask off.
   "So how have you been?" he asked quietly.
   "OK," she said and looked away from his gaze.
   "I'm thinking maybe not," he said quietly.  "You seem distant...a little
out of sorts even."
   Delia looked worried by his questions.
   "Are you sure you're all right?" Gary asked again.
   "Yes...yes...I'm sure," Delia said a little curtly.
   "OK...OK...don't get snippy.  I was just worried you may have something
on your mind," he said.
   Delia stood with her head slightly bowed and he noted her fists lightly
clenched.  She seemed to be pondering something.
   "What is it Delia?" Gary asked quietly.  "What's bothering you?"
   The young girl's face was strained and eventually she lifted her gaze to
his.
   "You won't want to see me again," she began; her voice faltering. 
"Now...now that you..." and she tailed off.
   "Oh...I get it.  You think that now we have...had sex...done it,
whatever," then you think I will just forget you," he said with a light
chuckle.
   She nodded, almost fearing he was going to confirm what she feared.
   "Of course not," he said softly; and he squeezed her arm gently, after
glancing around quickly to check if there was anyone around to take any
notice of the two standing before an open boat shed door.
   "Of course I won't stop seeing you.  What we did...what we have...is
special to me," he crooned, squeezing her arm gently once more.
   Delia smiled and wiped her watery eyes.
   "Sorry," she sniffed.  I just thought..." and she tapered off and pulled
a face to show she thought she was being stupid.
   "We can meet again," Gary said gently.  "Whenever it's safe...whenever
you think we can be together.  But not here...certainly not today," he said
looking inside the shed.  "The smell is too strong.  It will be smelly when
we do the painting as well," he said ruefully gazing at the boat on the
trestles.
   "You can come to my house," she said evenly.  "For a couple of weeks at
least...while Daddy is away," she said staring at him.
   He realized she had clearly been working out a plan for contact.
   "What do you mean?" he asked quickly and furrowed his brow in
puzzlement.
   "Dad is often home for me.  But this time he's away, mom says I am old
enough to look after myself for the time between getting home from school
and when she gets home," she said quickly.
   "Ah...I see.  And you're saying I can come to your house?" he said.
   She nodded and looked at him expectantly as he considered her
proposition.
   "Yes...I think I can," he grinned and squeezed her arm.  "I can start
work early and finish early.
   He looked around the rigging area and parking lot which were still
deserted.  The sailors would start to arrive nearer one o'clock for the
day's sailing.
   "How would you like to come out in the rescue boat with me?" he said
brightly changing the subject.  "You can pick up a few tips as I coach the
juniors."
   "I'll check with mom and dad, but that would be good," she beamed at
him.
   Delia left to go home and Gary cleaned up the items he used to coat the
boat with resin.  By the time Delia returned the club sailors had started
arriving and rigging boats in preparation to go out on the water.  Delia
changed into he wetsuit that had raised Gary's eyebrows in the past; only
today she pulled a pair of faded cut-off jeans over the top to protect the
soft neoprene rubber from damage.  She also probably realized the rubber
suit was a little tight around her crotch and looked a little too
revealing. Their day in the small inflatable boat went well.  The two
joking and laughing and Delia feeling very important being in the boat with
the handsome young coach; as he came up to her peers and offered advice and
hints.  At the end of the day's program, Delia helped Gary retrieve the
boat on its trolley and the two went about putting it away in its shed.  As
always the club emptied quickly and soon there was just the two of them
stowing gear and buoys to leave the rigging area clear of equipment.
   "Well that was a good day wasn't it," Gary said, as Delia stood at the
door of the coach boat shed.
   She smiled and nodded.
   "You'd best get changed," he smiled at her.
   She nodded and made to head to the woman's locker room.
   "I'll just go and lock the main club house," he said and with that he
walked across the rigging area to the clubhouse.
   Delia walked back into the girls' locker room and began to strip her
sailing gear.  Soon she was standing in her bikini bottom she always wore
underneath the rubber suit.  Se stood and fondled her small breasts
tenderly to massage them after being contained in her tight wetsuit. 
Slipping the bikini bottoms down, she took a quick look at her pubis and
rubbed it lightly with her hand.  There were some fine hairs beginning to
show.  She knew this was a precursor to puberty and eventually her first
period.  With a warm feeling developing, she stepped into the shower booth
and pulled the curtain across behind her.  She did not hear Gary come in,
locking the door after him.  He quickly stripped and pulled the curtain
back surprising Delia who yelped in surprise and shock and crossed her legs
and covered her breasts instinctively.  She stood transfixed realizing Gary
was naked like she was.  He was already half erect.  She stood confused at
what to do.  It was welcome yet unwelcome in that this was not the place he
should be.  Before she could rationalize what he was doing, and the obvious
risk, he stepped into the shower with her.
   He overwhelmed her.  Any concern of discovery or reticence were blown
away by his advances and she succumbed quickly.  Enjoying his embrace and
kissing her lips, face and neck as he felt her between the legs.  And the
hand roved over her belly to her small breasts where he massaged them and
tweaked the tiny nipples.  She gave in and any concern at discovery
vanished.  The water cascaded over their bodies and Delia took his cock in
hand and gripped him as if she never wanted to let him go.  When he had
indulged himself feeling her young body, he gently nudged her to a squat
and tapped his cock on her lips.  She drew him in and began stroking and
sucking as she had quickly learned to do.  Her back to the shower head and
the water splashing her shoulders as it splashed off Gary's chest.  He
stroked her wet frizzy hair and lightly held her head and moved his hips
slowly as he enjoyed the preteen girl blowing him.  Eventually he tired a
little of the blow job; his ardor driven by wanting to penetrate her and he
chuckled "your fantastic" and helped her stand.  He turned her and placed
her hands palm flat against the shower wall.  Delia looked back over her
shoulder in wonderment as he gently nudged her feet apart.  She gasped and
bowed her head as he felt her crotch and dragged his fingers lightly along
her slit and pushed one into her.  He fingered her slowly while retrieving
a small bottle of body wash she had placed in the soap holder; and as Gary
finger fucked her lightly, he was able to squeeze a copious dollop of the
body wash onto his free hand and then switched it with the hand between her
legs.  Gary used the body wash emollient as a lube and she was quickly
smeared with it.  Wiping the remainder from his fingers on his cock, he
took his cock in hand; and with a slight stoop of his legs he nudged the
head of his cock to the slightly dilated and foamy vaginal opening.  Delia
gasped and braced herself against the wall and her planted feet, as Gary
slid back and forth until he was sheathed home in her tight preteen cunt.
   As Gary built up the pace and fucked the girl deeper, Delia felt
overwhelmed by his body bending over her.  Each deep thrust caused her to
grunt and gasp and the pressure of his body shoving against hers as he
fucked her was too much for her to withstand completely; and her aching
arms yielded and she braced one forearm along the shower wall and butted
her head against it.  Now using her head and body to brace herself against
her arm, there was little give and Gary's increasing vigor was ravaging
her. She stood bent over as he fucked her faster, eventually crying out and
rearing back while driving his hips against her buttocks; and he came hard
inside of the young girl.  His hips slapping her butt as he emptied himself
deep inside of her.  The water had cascaded over the girl's back and the
water had run down her butt rack and sluiced the body wash away.  Her sex
was feeling a little tender as it had been flesh against flesh for the
latter part of the fuck and she winced as he finally pulled out of her.  He
quickly moved her around and pulled her back and nudged her to her knees.
She had little option but to kneel and take his cock in her mouth and lave
him clean of the smeared cum and traces of body wash that coated it. 
Satisfied he had imposed his dominance in forcing her into this act of
subjugation; Gary smiled appreciatively at her and helped her to her feet.
   "Good girl," he said softly, and kissed her passionately.
   "Good girl," he repeated after breaking the kiss.  "Now wash yourself
thoroughly and then get dressed.  I have to lock up the locker rooms."
   His exit from the shower left Delia feeling a little deflated.  She did
what he told her and washed her crotch and vagina thoroughly; and satisfied
she was cleansed of his cum, she stepped out of the showers and got
dressed. It seemed a little incongruous to her that he rapped on the locker
room door to hurry her up; not coming in as if respecting her modesty, yet
having been naked and fucking her in the shower fifteen minutes earlier. 
She finished dressing quickly and stuffed her sailing gear into her tote
bag and struggled out the door with it.
   "I'll drive you home," he said with a smile.
   She nodded and followed him to his truck; feeling deflated by his
apparent indifference and haste to get away from the boat club.  They drove
the short distance to Delia's house in silence and she was surprised when
he pulled into a shallow tree lined recess on the side of the road, some
fifty yards from her gate.  Her house was obscured by trees and she noted
Gary peering intently around.  There was no houses visible opposite where
he had stopped and after a few moments sizing up the location he turned to
her with a grin.
   "This is perfect he said.  No one can see the truck from their
house...only if you drive along the road.  And I'm far enough off the road
not to be a hazard if I park here," he explained.  "I can walk through the
trees to your back door."
   She nodded her understanding.  He could park here and none of their
neighbors would see the truck unless they were on the road.  So no need to
connect the truck with Delia's address at all.  She nodded and felt better
he was already scheming how to meet her at her place after school.
   "What about tomorrow?" she said quietly.
   "I have to sand the resin smooth and put an undercoat over it," he said
pondering his next move on the boat repair.  "Want to help?"
   She grinned and nodded; realizing they would be alone in the boat shed
again.
   "It's a date then," he grinned.  "See you there about four o'clock," and
he squeezed her leg and smiled knowingly at her.
   "Four o'clock...after school," she said beaming at him.
   Delia hopped out and Gary quickly joined her at the side of the truck
and lifted her tote bag down.  She took the bag with her wet sailing
clothes and struggled across the road and up the slight hill, the fifty
yards to her gate.  Gary meanwhile turned the truck around and went back
down the gentle hill and out of the tree lined street to the open road
along the foreshore.  With a smile of smug satisfaction he drove home.
   ***
   The undercoating on the boat repair was quickly concluded th afternoon.
Once Gary had cleaned up and put the paintbrush in turpentine pot, he wiped
his hands clean and looked at Delia who had sat patiently on the larger
boat that they shared the shed with.  Gary made no pretense about what was
to come and standing in front of her, he nodded down to his crotch.  The
preteen caught the inference and undid his flies and took out his hardening
cock.
   "Good girl," he said softly with a smirk.  "You're learning fast."
   Delia proceeded to give Gary a very nice blow job.  Building on her
experience and soon he was cooing and gasping with light chuckles as he
encouraged her in her work.  At times he made her slow and he spent a
moment or two fighting off the urge to cum; holding her head lightly and
stroking and caressing her face and earlobes, and neck.  Certain the
ejaculation was suppressed for a few minutes; he tapped her cheek lightly
and pushed his hips so she got the hint to carry on.  Eventually he
finished himself off by taking his cock in his hand and stroking it in a
familiar masturbatory rhythm as the young girl squatted with her mouth open
and her eyes blinking each time the hand flicked to the top of his thick
red cock.  He came win a series of gasps and groans and she sat stoically;
her eyes half shut in case the cum should spray into them.  Gary getting
most of the cum into her mouth or her bottom lip.  There were few smears on
one check and the crease of her nose and cheek.  He rubbed the cock on her
bottom lip and coaxed her to suck the residue of his cum from it.  Gary
putting the slowly softening organ back into his pants with a look of
contentment as Delia wiped her face clean.
   "OK...time to go," he said quickly and motioned her to stand.  She felt
deflated he was so off-hand about what had happened now it was over.  Delia
was learning quickly; how soon after cumming men could be indifferent to a
woman's feelings.
   He had pushed the door down nearly closed after they came in so as to
reduce the chance of a passer-by seeing the inappropriate behavior.  He
stooped and rolled the door up far enough so they could step out.  The
fresh air a stark contrast to the stuffy shed full of paint fumes.
   He closed the door and padlocked it and turned to look at her.
   "Want a lift?" he grinned.
   She nodded and followed him too the truck.  He stopped in the small
recess off the road that he had stopped the previous day.  No need for
neighbors to associate his truck with Delia's house by stopping at her
gate.
   "See you tomorrow then?" he said with a sly smile.
   "Here or at the boatshed?" she asked; unsure if they would continue the
work that was nearing completion the next day.
   "I think we can give the paint an extra day to dry before the top coat,"
he grinned.
   "So it's my place?" she said brightly.  "After school...you'll come to
our home...?" she said and studied his face for his acceptance.
   He nodded and squeezed her bare leg.
   "Tomorrow...near four," he said with a grin.
   "Yes," she said breathlessly.  "I can't wait."
   ***
   The next day near four o'clock, Gary parked off the road in the spot he
had identified the previous times he dropped Delia off.  He walked to her
house moving through the trees on her property so as not to reveal himself
to the neighbor immediately opposite the Hawthorne's by going in the gate.
As he moved carefully around to the back of their multi level house Gary
made sure he was shielded from the quiet street by the trees in full summer
foliage.  He came to the back door as Delia had told him to do and he
tapped lightly.  She opened the door almost immediately, having waited
nervously for him to arrive.  He slipped inside and she embraced him and
they hugged each other hard.
   "Come through to my room," she said urgently.
   He was to discover hers was the only room downstairs with the kitchen,
dining and a small living room.  The main living area was upstairs with two
larger bedrooms and a small study.  She would say later it often felt like
she was living in her own home if she just considered the ground floor. 
Her egghead parents upstairs reading or doing preparation work for the next
day.  He followed her and noted she was wearing her school uniform without
her jersey and she had no shoes on.  She was barely into her room when he
took his jacket off and threw it on a chair she had against the wall.  He
did a double take realizing he was in a little girl's room.  There was a
collection of stuffed toys and small ribbons with medals hanging from her
dresser mirror standard.  He felt a flush of embarrassment he was actually
in a schoolgirl's room.  No posters of pop stars though; just the actual
d�cor of a little girl.  It was very neat and tidy with some soft toys on a
dresser, and as a reflection of her scholarly nature, a very impressive
desk with a small laptop in the middle.  He turned back to her and
immediately began unbuttoning her blouse.  Delia was a little taken aback
at how fast he was into undoing her clothes and she was further surprised
as he proceeded to undress her completely; her only futile effort at
slowing him down was when he removed her bra.  But as soon as he had
discarded it, he pushed her back over the bed and crouched over her kissing
and fondling her breasts.  She quickly lost all interest in slowing him
down further and when his hand went inside the waist of her panties, he
didn't just leave them on to fondle her inside of them, but pushed them
urgently down her thighs.  She gave in as he stripped her naked.  Standing
back he eyed her hungrily; staring at the reddened slit of her labia and
the swell of her sex segueing into her bare hairless pubis.  He quickly
shucked his shirt and pants and she lay in awe of his body.  Noting the
thatch of hair on his chest and the curly hair on his upper legs and inner
thighs; spreading over the large ball sac and thick cock still not properly
erect jutting out of the hairy bush.
   "Suck it," he said urgently even though his eyes were drinking in her
gorgeous lithe body; naked and inviting on her own candy pink duvet and she
was now moving so he could not stare at her sex.
   Delia scrambled forward and lent over the side of the bed and quickly
took him in hand and lowered her mouth over his cock.  He let her suck him
for about ten minutes and fearing he would blow in her mouth which he did
not want to do, he eased her off with a grateful chuckle and helped her to
her feet.  Gently he eased her back up the bed but twisted her around so
her legs dangled over the side.  The feeling of apprehension came back to
her as she sensed he was going to fuck her, but instead he crouched before
her and brought his mouth into her naked sex.  A look of wonderment came
over her face and she craned her neck to see along her body and a broad
smile came to her lips as she felt his tongue slide along her vulva.  She
had heard about this and wondered what it would be like.  With a sense of
triumph that he had paid her a huge compliment, she let her head fall back
on the bed and she lay with a wide grin as he suckled and nibbled her sex;
eventually pushing two fingers into her.  Rotating and working them until
he had them into the second knuckle.  As he sucked her sex and twiddled her
clitoral area with a thumb, he worked the fingers in and out; opening up
her young cunt.  It took awhile but eventually Delia felt a warm feeling of
well being wafting through her and soon she was in a semi-stupor.  Lulled
into a sense of sleepiness by the romance and excitement; not from any real
sense of sexual arousal.  It was in this bliss that she drew her legs up
and perched her heels on the edge of the bed as he crouched and sucked her
passionately.  Reveling in the smell and taste of her little girl's sex;
and the soft texture of her tight tunnel.  A tunnel he had already reamed
the previous twice.  As Delia succumbed to his touch and urgency of his
mouth and fingers, she missed him when he suddenly took his mouth away and
stood in a half stoop.  Despite the constant working of her vaginal
opening, she was still rather dry; the only moisture coming from his saliva
running down her slit and onto his fingers.  But he was prepared.  He
reached gingerly for his jacket and fishing around, took the tube of KY he
had used when he took her virginity, from his jacket pocket.  He quickly
removed the cap and soon he was greasing her with the gel.  Delia became
more alert now; sensing a change in what he was doing and she lifted her
head inquisitively just as she saw him holding his engorged cock between
her legs.
   "Oh...I...what are you doing?" she gasped, as he pushed forward and an
inch and half of the big cock spread her open and slid with little effort
into her.
   "Oh...Gary...I...I" she stammered, as he leaned in more and she felt the
cock slide deep inside.
   "Oh...Gary," she gasped and he moved a third time, and she bent her head
back in reaction to the dull ache of her cunt being stretched open and the
cock head hitting deep inside; and he looked at the underside of her chin,
and her neck.
   "Aaaargghhh," she gasped; it was a gasp of surprise, anxiety, or perhaps
just acknowledgement; not of pain.
   She had been skewered to the hilt by a cock bigger than she should take
at her tender years.  Gary maneuvered her legs back and she felt her knees
come up to her chest.
   "Take hold of your legs sweetie," Gary gasped.  "No...not the
ankles...behind your knees...here.  That's right," he said coaching her.
   Delia had her own legs grasped behind the knees.  She moved them back a
little and locked her forearms behind them.  She realized she was totally
open and the big cock was filling her.  Gasping and grunting as he began to
push in and sighing as he pulled back.  In this locked position, Gary
fucked the preteen deep and steadily; reveling in her tightness; and her
submission to his wishes.  He fucked her urgently and harder as he felt his
passion rising until it reached a point where he was fucking her so
vigorously her bed-head was jostling and creaking against the wall.  He was
oblivious to Delia's growing voice of concern at his urgency which was now
scaring her.  Fearing he would do her some harm as his cock was repeatedly
banging into her cervix and she felt she was about to burst open right in
the middle of her sex.  As she hung onto her own legs for dear life it
seemed; Gary began cumming hard and gasping and groaning as he spewed into
her.  Delia's face of concern and anxiety at the rough fucking she was
getting quickly changed to a broad smile as she welcomed his release.  Not
just because it signaled an end to the pounding her young cunt was taking,
but because she had caused him to have this release.  This obvious bliss
and enjoyment he was now feeling was down to her and a surge of love and
happiness for them both surged through her and she relocated her arms to
his shoulders and hugged him.  Her feet going around his hips and she
gasped as it had the effect of drawing him in a little deeper and he bumped
harder against her tender insides.
   He lay across her for a few minutes as she cuddled him.  Her legs still
wrapped around his bare hips; his cock slowly deflating inside of her as he
allowed himself to soak in her tightness and enjoy his selfish afterglow.
With a gasp that was more a chuckle, he reared up and studied her face;
Delia lying and stroking his hair in affection.
   "That was a gorgeous fuck," Gary chuckled crudely, and her eyes widened
a little in shock.
   At heart she was still a bookish little girl with a burgeoning body some
months off puberty.  Despite her romantic fantasy and her willingness to
submit to this handsome man, the obscenity was still a shock.  He saw her
prudish reaction.
   "You're embarrassed by the F-bomb," he said grinning and he nudged her;
teasing her prudish reaction.  "Say it," he said his smile waning.
   "Say what?" she said a little confused.
   "Say fuck...fucked," Gary said bluntly.  "Say I've been fucked," he
said.
   Her face clouded.  Why was he saying this...wanting her to say it?
   "Say it Delia...say...I've just been fucked," he insisted, and squirmed
his hips so his semi hard cock moved a little inside her.
   "You've been fucked," she said mumbled; hating saying the F-word.
   He laughed loudly and she jumped at his outburst of mirth.
   "You're right...he said laughing.  "You are absolutely right.  "I'VE
been well fucked...not you so much," he said grinning.
   Then his face softened and he looked at her more tenderly.
   "But that will come," he said and nuzzled her neck.  "We'll get you to
cum as well...in time.  It just takes a little patience and some
tenderness...and your turn will literally cum," he said and kissed her
neck.
   "And
then...[kiss]...Delia...[kiss]...will...[kiss]...be...[kiss]...well...[kiss
]...fucked," he said nuzzling her after kissing her and speaking the words
softly.
   His words interspersed with the gentle kiss caused Delia to melt and
they lay quiet and she stroked his hair gently.
   "I...will be...well fucked," she said quietly; emphasizing the hard c-k
of the word fucked.
   She lay satisfied this was a better encounter than the one that evening
the week before in the boat shed when he took her virginity.  There was
much to be confused about both times but she was learning quickly.  Being
in her bedroom was much better and he did seem to be more tender towards
her, despite him insisting on her swearing the obscenity.
   "I will be well fucked," she whispered softly to herself.  "I WILL be
well fucked," she repeated to herself; emphasizing the `will'.
   She now realized there had to be something more for her to be like him
and enjoy the time together more completely.  He dithered after he
eventually pulled out of her.  He was so consumed by the effort and
enjoyment of fucking the young girl that time slipped by unnoticed.  When
his thoughts were turning to thinking about perhaps quickly fucking Delia a
second time, she cut their time off short by warning him they were in the
danger zone of time when her mother sometimes arrived a little earlier. 
Reluctantly he dressed as she became increasingly more concerned about her
mother's early return and discovering Gary.  Kissing her one last time, he
reminded her that she had to be at the boat shed the following evening to
apply the first of two top coats of paint.  By now Delia was quite agitated
her mother could arrive any time and she flattened herself against the
inside of the back door in relief as Gary headed down through the trees
back to his truck.  Whistling quietly to himself in smug egotistical
satisfaction.  Delia quickly cleaned herself up and dressed; and when her
mother arrived home, all was as she would expect it to be.  Delia sitting
at her desk apparently doing homework.  Delia's mother greeted her daughter
warmly and sat on the bed and they chatted about the day.  Delia feeling
somewhat nervous knowing what her mother did not know.
   "The room is a little stuffy dear," her tubby mother said pointing her
nose in the air as if sniffing.
   She opened a window and arranged the curtain neatly and stood back to
check it was closed against the window opening.
   "There...that's better...some fresh air.  I'll start dinner.  I think
your father is calling later so we want to be finished eating and ready to
chat to him" she said with a smile and hugging her daughter from behind,
she kissed her hair and then left the room.
   Delia heaved a sigh of relief and then stood and walked around the room
with her nose in the air sniffing.  Trying to detect the faint odor her
mother had clearly confused as stuffy air.  Delia instinctively knew it
would be the faint smell of sex; of her body and Gary's semen.  She blushed
and trembled slightly at the thought her mother had detected something. 
Relieved the woman had not identified the odor as anything other than a
stuffy room.  That night Gary relived the carnal liaison with Delia by
jacking himself languidly into the panties he had kept from the preteen
that first time when he took her virginity in the boat shed.  The underwear
stiff and matted from the numerous loads of his cum he had deposited in
them when he jacked off.  Delia lay in her bed with a slight chill in the
air from the window her mother had opened earlier.  She lay with her pajama
pants pushed down and felt herself; exploring the folds of her sex and
thinking about Gary and his beautiful man's cock.  She smiled warmly in her
reminiscence and eventually pulled her pajama bottoms up and rolled over
and drifted off to sleep.
   The next afternoon at the boatshed followed much the same as the Monday
session.  There was a quick sanding of the undercoat, a lick of top coat
paint, and then Delia giving him a gorgeous blowjob after he had put the
paint and brush away.  Gary insisting she keep his cock in her lips as he
filled her mouth.  The little girl struggled bug-eyed to take the inrush of
semen flooding her mouth.  Stifling the urge to cough and wanting to spit
it out rather than swallow it; her throat somehow paralyzed by the thought
of his entire ejaculation filling her mouth.  She got through it and she
was heartened by his hug and murmured endearments.  He had praised her
growing skill as "a great little cocksucker" as he crudely put it; and he
had gently slapped and tapped his slimy cock against her cheek and nose. 
There was a mixture of emotions; the praise being offset by the crudeness
of his words and the subtle subjugation represented by his slapping his
cock around her face that way.
   The next day was Thursday and once again Delia let him into the house
and took him to her room.  The sex went much as the Monday effort.  Gary
slowly stripping her and reveling in her burgeoning body as each garment
was removed.  Once again he made her lie on the bed with her legs dangling
over the end, and he squatted and sucked and nibbled softly at her sex. 
The young girl lying with her head tilted forward watching him; her face
split by a broad smile of delight at Gary showing some interest in
providing her some enjoyment.  There was no actual sexual arousal on Delia'
part yet she was excited and enjoyed what he was doing; knowing this was
truly an effort to offer her some enjoyment.  She never once thought he was
doing it for his own pleasure but in reality he was.  He had nosed in close
to her sex and studied the color and texture; seeing a vulva completely
denude of pubic hair for the first time.  She had no idea he was indulging
himself and any thought of pleasuring her was far from his mind.  Before he
fucked her, he made her suck him just to ensure he was rock hard, and then
he rolled her on her hands and knees.  Facing up the bed as he knelt behind
her and she gasped as he slowly greased her tight hole with the KY.  She
lay with her head buried in a pillow and actually enjoyed the slick lube
and his fingers working it into her body.  He mounted her carefully and she
opened her eyes wide as he seemed to be about to push right up into her
stomach.  He fucked her vigorously; the little girl pushing her hands
forward against her bed head to stop his exertions pushing her head against
the wood.  Gary came hard, rutting as deep as he could and emptying himself
inside her young body.
   He lay with her and made as if he had all the time in the world.  Delia
had to rouse him from a light snooze to chase him from the property.  This
night she opened the window herself and went to the bathroom to undertake
some basic ablutions to clean her crotch; then she returned to her room and
sniffed carefully to see if she could detect the smell of sex.  She was
shocked to recognize the odor quite plainly and she worried her mother
would likewise get a stronger sense of the smell than she had that first
night when she thought it was simply stuffy room smell.  Delia made sure
she was in the living room when her mother arrived home, and so removed any
need for her mother to go into her room.  It worked and her mother never
went near her bedroom.  The following evening it was the final coat of
paint on the boat.  Delia joined Gary as usual and once again Gary emptied
himself into her willing mouth.  There was nothing left to do to the boat
but restore the fittings to the repaired hull.  That would happen before
sailing on the Sunday.  Delia's mother did not work Saturday and it was the
first day since Monday Gary could not have sex of some sort with Delia.  He
was restless at not seeing his compliant willing little nymph and come
Sunday, he met her at the boat shed early while he screwed the fittings
back on the boat.  Delia helped him rig her boat and for the first time in
three weeks, she went sailing under the watchful eye of her adult lover. 
To her delight, nothing broke or caused her to have to withdraw as it
seemingly always did.  The repair to the boat had worked and given her
feelings for Gary, she actually applied herself to the lessons she had had
with her peers and did not finish last; albeit still near the rear of the
fleet.  But she was delighted with herself and when her mother arrived to
check in on her at the end of the day, she bubbled and buzzed with the joy
of actually beating some of her peers for the first time.  Gary was very
complimentary and even one or two of the kids her age praised her for her
achievement.  Gary was feeling a bit miffed Delia's overweight mother had
appeared.  She rarely came to the club.  He had thoughts of getting Delia
in the locker room again and her arrival meant she would wait for Delia to
shower.  On one level, Gary was somewhat glad Richard Hawthorne was not her
to see Delia's improved performance.  Gary reasoned the man would have been
insufferable.
   So the weekend meant two days without sex with Delia and he was
particularly carnal when he came to her house the Monday afternoon.  He
repeated the oral sex on her and then lubed her and made her lie on one
side and lifted a leg up over his shoulder as he kneeled and fucked her
crudely; studying the girls facial expression as her mouth opened and
closed like a goldfish in a bowl as he shoved deep.  To Gary, Delia had
become nothing more than a malleable fuck toy.  He could make her do
anything.  He did not cum this way and instead put her on her back and made
her grip her own legs behind the knee.  Straightening his legs out and
bracing his arms; his hands placed beside her shoulders, he bucked his hips
obscenely.  Gary speared her deeply without any other part of his body
touching hers until he bottomed out inside of her; before withdrawing and
shoving in again.  He got himself out of control and he felt the cum
quickly bubbling inside of him and he adjusted himself and hugged her upper
body to him as he shoved in closer and fucked her roughly as he came hard;
Delia grimacing and gasping as he seemed to skewer her to the core.
   Once again she had to chase Gary from her house and she quickly set
about airing the room and repeated her tactic of being in the living area
when her mother got home.  The boat was repaired and there was now no need
for the rendezvous at the boat club.  This worked in Gary's favor and each
night of the week, Gary visited Delia in her room and fucked the girl
crudely; Delia accepting everything he did with her.  Her na�vet� such she
had no idea he was crudely indulging himself with little care for her as a
person.  She was his little sex doll; her perfect little tits and gorgeous
nude sex turning him on.  The Friday evening of that week he bid her dress
in her school uniform without her panties and he bent her over her bed as
her feet stood on the floor and fucked her with her uniform skirt folded up
her back; turned on by the obvious inference of the adult fucking the
schoolgirl.  By now the end of each evening's sex was routine.  Gary
knowing he must dress quickly and leave and Delia airing her room and being
in the living area when her mother arrived home.  The weekend came and Gary
could not see Delia except at the boat club.  Once again she did not come
last in the Sunday's racing and once again she was delighted and genuinely
enjoying her sport for the first time.  Her mother came to the club after
racing and again Gary was annoyed Delia could not stay behind with him as
she had done the day she went in the coach boat with him.
   By now, after almost a month of sex, Gary was convinced he could
literally do anything to Delia.  Following the mutual sucking of each
other, Gary set to lube the girl's cunt in preparation to fuck her.  Delia
crouched on her knees obediently waiting for Gary to penetrate her.  But
this afternoon, he greased her tight little anus as well as her tight cunt.
Delia docile as his fingers worked the slippery lube into her sex and her
eyes opened wide as she felt the fingers slip in her anus.  She realized
what he had in mind and flattened out on the bed, in fear of the
anticipation he was going to try to fit in her ass.  When he straddled her
and tried to coax her to her knees, she stiffened herself and did not move.
A struggle ensued and by the time he had her kneeling forcing her face into
the pillow, she was sobbing audibly.  Gary was oblivious to her protests
and after nearly five minutes of jabbing and failing to penetrate, he
eventually lubed her so liberally his cock simply slid to the valley of her
buttocks and he shoved roughly home.  Delia was now gritting her teeth and
sobbing as the tears soaked her pillow.  Gary pushed in and as Delia's
tight clenched sphincter yielded, and he penetrated her balls deep in a
savage rush; immediately setting about fucking her vigorously as he was so
turned on by her resistance.  He forgot who she was; what she was.  She was
just a tight velvet glove around his cock and as he hunched over her, he
grunted and growled as he sodomized her deeply.  Not realizing she was
protesting as Delia pushed a hand behind her in a feeble attempt to
dislodge him.  He split her anus and she bled and the dull ache of
discomfort became a sharp nagging pain as the wound was stretched and split
further.  When Gary came hard and filled her bowel, she clenched her teeth
and wailed in pain and discomfort.  Seeing how messy she was with lube,
cum, and her blood as he pulled out, Gary suddenly felt a surge of fear and
worry; realizing she was damaged.  He tried to show some concern and
attempted to get her from the bed and into the bathroom to clean her up. 
But she protested and became more upset, and she begged him to go.  Her
voice intoning over an over
   "Leave me...you have to go...go away...leave me alone," she sobbed.
   She was approaching hysteria as he tried to fuss over her and offer her
some comfort as his own panic about what had happened grew; and his trying
to manhandle her from the bedroom to the bathroom only antagonized her and
soon she was yelling at him as she sobbed and tried to push him away.
   "Don't touch me...don't touch me," she screamed at him; standing with
her back to him as he tried to move her to the bedroom door.
   As Delia's mother placed her car keys on the sideboard in the hallway,
she heard her daughter's cries and a cold stab of fear ran through the
burly woman.  Speeding to the girl's room she saw Gary from behind; naked
and bending over her hysterical daughter corralled in one corner of the
bedroom.  Beside Delia's desk was a tall solid wooden stool Delia used to
sit on while practicing on her recorder.  Without thinking, Delia's mother
easily picked it up by one leg and taking it in both hands swung it with
all of her might; and the edge of the flat wooden base of the seat thudded
sickenly into the back of Gary's head.  Gary staggered and reached back in
shock and pain and he turned towards Delia's mother; tottering as the urge
to pass out flooded through him.  As his eyes tried to focus on the blur
before him he did not see the stool come down again until it was almost on
him.  Instinctively he turned.  It was a fatal mistake.  The heavy stool
struck him flush on the temple.  Gary hit the floor motionless; his life
ebbing away as fell.
   ***
   It was a quietly whispered scandal for the boat club.  No one went to
the funeral of their junior coach.  Word quickly spread on how he had raped
one of his students.  Delia's mother pieced together what had happened; the
girl relating over a period of some days of cuddling and quiet comfort,
what had really happened since Gary offered to repair her boat.  Her father
was summoned and he rushed back; and he fumed and raged and cried at what
had happened to his daughter.  Racked with guilt that he had given the man
license to be with his child, alone in the boatshed and even in her own
bedroom.  The police's version was that it was one act of forced anal rape.
Brought on by the familiarity the man had with the girl and knowledge of
her home situation and her vulnerability due to her mother's schedule.  He
must have waited until he knew the father was away and when the girl would
be alone.  She knew him and trusted him so she let him in when he called
that day.  It was an open and shut case for them.  Delia's parents vowed
never to mention the full extent of Gary's molesting their precious
daughter.  Each aware they both had contributed in some part to giving Gary
the opportunity.  There were no charges brought against Delia's mother. 
She was commended for trying to protect her daughter.  It was fortunate she
had come home early that day.  The Hawthorne's moved away.  They were
unable to stay in the house where their daughter had been subject to
repeated statutory rape, and finally brutalized anally.  The fact that Gary
had died in the bedroom where he had sexually enjoyed their naive daughter
was reason enough to quit the house.  When Gary's parents came to the house
unannounced, to pass on their apology for Gary's behavior; Richard
Hawthorne raged like a wounded bull as he chased them from his property. 
They had also come to put some semblance of understanding on what drove
their son to do such a heinous thing that saw him lose his life.  Richard
was unmoved.  He would have loved to have told them the truth about the
depravity of their son.  Yet his primary instinct was to keep silent on the
events which could see him and his wife as careless parents in exposing
their daughter to Gary.
   At the following year's opening day at the boat club, an auction was
held for the items gathered in the Lost and Found cupboard from the
previous season.  An odd selection of hat's, life vests, sailing gloves and
boots.  All sizes of gear and equipment left behind from visiting sailors
and those from the club who had moved on.  The only thing left unsold was
Delia's boat which the Hawthorne's had abandoned in the boat shed.  Once
the word got around the members and potential new members, no one wanted
the boat.  It was eventually sold through an advertisement in the local
newspaper.  The new owners clearly unaware of the tragedy in the boat's
history; or perhaps they didn't care as they had got a bargain and they
took it away.  The boats fittings had recently been repaired.  It was a
good standard of renovation as well.  The owner must have really known what
he was doing.
   The End
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